Total pages in book: 176
Estimated words: 167257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 558(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 558(@300wpm)
I couldn’t quite describe the look in his eyes as he watched me suck him off. Vulnerable? Awe? Obsessed? Whatever it was, it made me feel powerful even while on my knees.
I used my free hand—the one not wrapped around his shaft to keep him from going too deep—and cupped his balls while I moved my mouth up and down. My lingering arousal and saliva mixed with his pre-cum gargled noisily at the back of my throat, and the gleam in Rowdy’s eyes told me he liked it.
He was holding back still, refusing to fuck my face, and I wondered if it was to keep what we were up to a secret or if he was being a gentleman and letting me keep control.
He busted down my throat before I could discover the answer.
“Mmmh.” I loudly smacked my lips after I swallowed his cum. “Yummy.”
“You so fucking nasty,” Rowdy praised. He rubbed the fat head of his dick, still dripping cum, on my bottom lip, and I dutifully licked it away before he helped me to my feet and immediately shoved his tongue in my mouth, groaning when he tasted himself on my tongue. “Come on,” he told me when he broke the kiss. “Let me get you home so I can eat and fuck that pussy right.”
“Okay.”
I looked around and realized we’d landed and were now alone in the basket. Rowdy hopped over before helping me out, and I spotted the pilot returning from speaking to another couple already waiting for their turn a few feet away.
“Appreciate it.” Rowdy slipped him a fat wad of cash when he shook the pilot’s hand.
“Happy to help,” the blushing pilot drawled. “Good luck.”
“Oh, my God,” I whispered as soon as he walked away. “I think he saw us, Owen.”
Rowdy gave me an incredulous look as we started the long walk back to the car, hand in hand. “Of course, he saw, Atlas. That basket ain’t but fifty feet long, and we were the only people in it. What did you think the tip was for?”
My mouth fell open, and I covered my face with my hands. “Kill me. Just…kill me.”
“Chill. He’s not trippin’ about it, so why are you?”
“Because it’s embarrassing! He probably thinks we’re weirdos.”
“Then you haven’t seen yourself when you’re being fucked, Atlas. If you saw what I saw, you would know there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes. I was pissed at him but not more than myself at him for letting him break me down so completely.
Rowdy sighed. “The pilot knew all along, Atlas. The only one who wasn’t in on it from the beginning was you.”
“What?” My mind raced as I replayed every interaction from the beginning. “Is that why he wished us good luck? What did he mean?”
Rowdy grinned. “I told him you and I were recently married and having issues rekindling our flame after having our first kid. His only condition was that we keep our clothes on, and we keep him out of it.” Rowdy bucked his eyes at me, and I couldn’t help laughing at the outrageous yet kind-of-genius lie.
Our obvious age difference made it much more plausible that I was Rowdy’s daughter, not his wife, though.
My smile slowly fell, and then I was hit with a sudden tsunami-sized wave of nausea that ended with me hurling my guts all over the golf course.
“I’m fine,” I said, waving off Rowdy when he immediately crowded me.
Oh, God. I wasn’t fine. What the hell was that?
Maybe it was the change in elevation or motion sickness. Or…something. I stood and forced a smile that made Rowdy narrow his gaze for a split second before he carefully lifted me in his arms and carried me the rest of the way to the car.
“I can walk, you know.”
“I don’t know shit,” he told me and then tightened his hold.
I sighed and rested my head on his shoulders, letting him do what I was beginning to understand he did better than anyone else, including me—take care of me.
“What changed your mind about us?” I sleepily asked after a few minutes of getting lost in my thoughts.
Rowdy took so long to answer that I thought he hadn’t heard me. We reached the car, and he placed me in the passenger seat before squatting until he was eye level with me.
“Ever since I brought you home, you’ve had one foot out the door, and I didn’t like that shit. I kept telling myself you weren’t going anywhere, and it wasn’t because I wouldn’t let you but because you wouldn’t want to. And then you did. Keeping it real, you proving me wrong wasn’t even that big of a shock. Fear of who I am doesn’t stop you from calling me on my shit. It’s what drew me to you. That…and this,” he said, lightly tracing the discoloration on my face that, until recently, had been a great source of insecurity for me.